The Fire That Chose Me
The cat meowed then — a strange, haunting sound — and the woman turned toward the shadows again.
“You should go.”
“Already?” Evelynn asked.
The woman nodded. “They’ve found your trail.”
Aiden’s jaw clenched. “Hunters?”
“No,” the woman said darkly. “Worse.”
She handed Evelynn a tiny vial of glowing liquid. “When the fire speaks, listen. When it burns, follow. And when it calls your name in the dark—”
“Don’t run,” Evelynn finished, not knowing how she knew the words.